Kalligraphy

Meta physics to an already-gifted

All steady terrific topped with exhibits

Exhibitions ready to me stopped by pistons

Propped for applause in the claws of the witches

Misses of shots and kisses drawn to the thots

To the dawn of the dons who fall upon great thoughts

Abusing their powers at wrong hours of plots

Heirs without flowers are unsoiled crops

Players are devout astounders to their art a lot

Don’t send players to unknown powers, guard your hearts

Step in to the dark but be prep’ to strut the town of lost art

 

Sage smoke, Ezekiel’s wheel peeled on the stagecoach

The feeling of peers who say they cope over bloat’s

Dressed in a drenched trench coat veered at the coast

Caressed onto the bench where the henchmen boast

Con’s too, pros become hoes to the stench of a toast

Glasses raise in the presence of a quenched hope

Tight ropes on soles that carry essences of souls

I might propose an outro that has fairy tales sold

Aim scopes towards MAGA folks who troll with us woes

But behold the foes who show no signs of slow

They stay controlled through a cold time of nos

And when the yes appears and the enemy veers

The chicks, hens and roosters boost in energy tears

 

My spirit is empty, but somehow a label couldn’t tempt me

I don’t inherit false merits, if I do it’s accidentally

But what you ferrets clue is that I’m here coincidentally

I’ll show you fools how to rap without doing it dentally

So don’t send me to shows where the rappers is meant to be

In a store selling fruits cuz they’re rhymes are all overused

Don’t confuse me with the wrongs my past dues

Cuz those are last in the song that I plan to do

Cover the head of sinner with a new blue bandana

Label me the brother, the winner with vocals better than Santana